This is a song about "The blitz"

Got the passion for the music

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

I'm the nigga with the juice

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Where the ball meets the wall

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!